I Hate Loving You – Sports Romance – by Jennifer Sucevic
Fake dating with the campus player has never been so good.
Brody McKinnon is the star defenseman from Whitmore University destined for NHL greatness. He made a name for himself playing in juniors before gracing us with his esteemed presence. As much as it pains me to admit it, he exploded at the college level.
While other girls rush over to try to get his attention, I do my best to avoid, as I would with a particularly nasty case of crab.
For reasons I can't understand, Brody takes great pleasure in bothering me. And I, in return, love to cut it into ribbons with my razor-sharp tongue. You'd think after three years he'd learn to keep his distance. No chance.
Unfortunately for me, I'm about to experience the worst week of my life. It starts when my ex announces at a party that I'm a bad layman. He's the hockey asshole I dated last year who left a bad taste in my mouth (*roll eyes* seriously…get your mind out of the gutter).
Want to guess who rides his trusty white steed to save me? Or should I say, open your big mouth? Yep, you guessed it. Brody McKinnon, the guy I love to hate. He only makes things worse by telling everyone we're together and then punching Reed in the face.
The first… I intend to strangle him.
The second… I'm just sorry I didn't get to Reed first.
Now I'm stuck with a fake date with Brody, the only guy who makes me feel like a rabid dog on a strangled chain, for the foreseeable future. I guarantee we won't last more than seventy-two hours without me killing him.
Brody McKinnon is the star defenseman from Whitmore University destined for NHL greatness. He made a name for himself playing in juniors before gracing us with his esteemed presence. As much as it pains me to admit it, he exploded at the college level.
While other girls rush over to try to get his attention, I do my best to avoid, as I would with a particularly nasty case of crab.
For reasons I can't understand, Brody takes great pleasure in bothering me. And I, in return, love to cut it into ribbons with my razor-sharp tongue. You'd think after three years he'd learn to keep his distance. No chance.
Unfortunately for me, I'm about to experience the worst week of my life. It starts when my ex announces at a party that I'm a bad layman. He's the hockey asshole I dated last year who left a bad taste in my mouth (*roll eyes* seriously…get your mind out of the gutter).
Want to guess who rides his trusty white steed to save me? Or should I say, open your big mouth? Yep, you guessed it. Brody McKinnon, the guy I love to hate. He only makes things worse by telling everyone we're together and then punching Reed in the face.
The first… I intend to strangle him.
The second… I'm just sorry I didn't get to Reed first.
Now I'm stuck with a fake date with Brody, the only guy who makes me feel like a rabid dog on a strangled chain, for the foreseeable future. I guarantee we won't last more than seventy-two hours without me killing him.
Please take the opportunity to connect and share this video with your friends and family if you find it useful.
